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... by the fact the shopkeepers were all breaking fast). At the hotel we fondly said our goodbyes as our train was set to depart at 6:45am and only one of the girls coming with us back to Casablanca. We'd be flying out of Morocco tomorrow for Barcelona but would have one more night in Rabat on the way back to rejoin our connecting leg home. As much fun as it has been in Morocco, I am really keen to switch tagines for tapas and do my best to eat a huge amount of another new country's ...

... stops along the way, it became clear that we were horribly lost within the winding passageways of the medina. No map in hand and a sense of direction impossible to establish, we eventually fixed on some signs that took us on the most circuitous route back to the main square and we emerged an hour and a half later ready for an afternoon nap to combat the extreme heat of the day (an LCD sign advertising the post-lunch heat as being above 40 degrees). We met as a ...

... of Marrakech. Because of the close proximity to the water-providing mountains and the international investments the city has a lot of fertility and wealth - perhaps most obviously displayed by the many golf courses we passed on the way. Entering the city itself there was an instant abundance of beautiful gardens, manicured hedges and tree-lined streets. The greenery provided a fresh contrast to the large clay city walls that stretch some 19km around the old city. ...

... days with its gardens, souks and palaces. For UK travellers it is not too far, making it ideal for a short city break. Winter is a good time to go as there are lots of bargains to be had and the weather is warm in the day although the nights are sometimes chilly. Lower temperature certainly make walking around a city much easier. We got our 5 day break for £240 off the British Airways website - a real bargain!

... embroidered bags and heavy walls of carpet contrast with the mechanics and metal workers of the city. Rows of grease lined garages throb with the squeal of scooter engines and slams of forgers hammers.

The Kasbar offered a quiet escape from the speed and hazard of the souk. On several occasions wheels skimmed past our toes, a scooter trimmed my whiskers and I stumbled on the uneven road twisting my ankle and nearly falling under a donkey! The ...